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Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Sweet P: 4 Months Old

WEIGHT
14 lbs., 2.5 oz.

HEIGHT
24.75 in.

LATELY

It's all about the hands these days! She plays with her fingers, stares at her hands, scratches different fabrics repeatedly, and pull toys toward her mouth. Her world has opened up immensely with these magical things called hands!

We are still waiting for her first laugh. Right now, she lets out huge grins and softly pants. So close! When something is especially hilarious or exciting (like her dad looking at her), she scrunches her nose. That face is my favorite!

She has found her voice, ladies and gentlemen, and she started squawking and unleashing the shrilliest of shrill cries you've ever heard when she's frustrated. This usually happens when she feels like she is left alone. Heaven forbid you leave the room for a second!

When I was a kid, my parents called me Grumpy Bear, because... well, I was Hell on two feet in the morning. Cute but Hell on two feet, nonetheless. ;) Presley? You'll never find a baby more smiley in the morning.

I might just gobble up her precious little thigh rolls and toes.

When she gets sleepy, she rubs her eyes ferociously, just like her dad.

She notices and watches the cats now. Since she kicks and bounces around in her chair, Amelie keeps a comfortable three feet away. Boone, being less cautious, has rubbed his head against hers.

We sign "milk" and "thank you" with her consistently.

She still hates tummy time. Always has, always will, I guess. The girl just wants to stand, so that's what he do. We support her while she stands -- on our legs, on the couch, on the bed, on the floor.

Her personality is blossoming which is fun to watch. She is so expressive.

She has been sleeping in a co-sleeper between us in bed for the last
month. She usually wakes up early in the morning. At that point, I lay
her beside me to nurse, and then we sleep a bit longer before I get
ready for work. I love that cuddle time with her. I do not love waking
up at 3:00 or 4:00 AM.

We went out to dinner two weeks ago, and I encountered the first stranger who asked if she could touch her. She rubbed Presley's thigh with two fingers while oooohing and ahhhhing about how pretty she is, and then it happened. Nice old lady reached for Presley's face, and I reared back like, "NO, MA'AM!" Ha. I didn't say that, but I did pull back. I don't care how complimentary she was being. Do not touch my baby's face, please!

She has a penchant for spitting up on her dad at just the right moment. At her 4-month appointment, she sent a stream of spit-up perfectly down her front and onto Daddy's crotch. Bull's eye. Ten points for Gryffindor!

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